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Time Moving In Circles
There is another sobbing girl on the train this morning. The sound of her crying nearly indistinguishable from the laughter drifting from further down the car. She's on her phone, just like the last one. I take the seat behind her and I'm not entirely sure why. The man on a business call across the aisle feins obliviousness to the tragedy playing ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Somewhere between the mania and the depression and the sleepless nights optimism leaks in and childhood notions of romance bleed through the walls, painted over in the dull beige that is the adultery of adulthood. Sugar on strawberries and pink lemonade under a tree in the summer sun, the memory of the smell of the ocean at night. Little things, ( Read more... ) -
The Happiest Days of My Life
Emerging from the 190th St. elevator the cherry dip Mr. Softee cone was possibly the best thing I had ever put in my mouth. The heather field of Fort Tryon Park hit my nose a thick fog of beautiful aroma, lilac & jasmine entwined with rose petal. The day nothing short of perfect & had the British held their ground 300 years ago & we paid homage ( Read more... ) -
James & Audra
She tells me she is drowning, I tell her she needs to learn how to breathe underwater.
She tells me she likes me.
I tell her I like dead flowers and full moons and the ocean at night.
She tells me she is learning to breathe underwater
I tell her drowning is far more romantic
The girl at the counter asks how I am
I resist telling her miserable and crazy
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the dream for which I paid dearly
In the cavity where my heart belongs there is a cobra fighting a mongoose.
Last night I dreamt you were a beautiful hermaphrodite, a grown up vivian girl, & I told you all the things I never could in waking life like how much I loved you. In the dream we held each other tightly and smiled knowing we would be together always.
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-THE END-
I am going to die.
I don't take care of this body that I hate and I don't share Ray Kurzweils fear and hatred of death.
If I don't wake up tomorrow it would be no tragedy to me.
Regardless, the end is important in all things.
Talking with David tonight I realized there are certain things I wish for, so I'm writing them here in my voluminous ( Read more... ) -
almost mourning
I'm such a loser; I lay awake at night and google you. You whose company I'm sure I wouldn't be able to tolerate over a lunch, I muse over the missed opportunity we had together. The decisions that at this time in the early morning I can pretend were mistakes, in the blanket of sleep I can delude myself into thinking I'd change. I think of you ( Read more... ) -
Living is to experience regret prior to death
You speak in your pretty voice and you trick yourself into thinking you are pretty.
You wear your human skin and pretend that you are human.
But the other voice is your real voice, the one that speaks in sounds that aren't words, just noises barked and moaned into the night sky, the one that says things to people who aren't there that would sound bad ( Read more... )
